"There never was such an infernal cauldron as that Chancery on the face of the earth!" said Mr. Boythorn.
Mr. George, will you order him to leave his infernal fire-arms alone and go away?
Branching from this street and its heaps of ruins are other streets and courts so infamous that Mr. Snagsby sickens in body and mind and feels as if he were going every moment deeper down into the infernal gulf.
The blackest nightmare in the infernal stables grazes on Tom-all-Alone’s, and Tom is fast asleep.
…one man who don’t know, it to find out—all through the deplorable cause, everybody must have copies, over and over again, of everything that has accumulated about it in the way of cartloads of papers (or must pay for them without having them, which is the usual course, for nobody wants them) and must go down the middle and up again through such an infernal country-dance of costs and fees and nonsense and corruption as was never dreamed of in the wildest visions of a witch’s Sabbath.